Chapter 91

Willow rushes me after my first class. She almost crashes into me, skidding to a halt inches away, and drags me into the bathroom. She checks each of the stalls and then locks the main door.

“What the hell, Violet?”

I jerk back. “What?”

“What. The. Hell. Violet.” She glares at me. “You should give a girl some more warning before you go off script.”

I drop my backpack and shrug, helpless and more than a bit confused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Are you going to tell me or just keep scolding me?”

“This.” She pulls her phone out and shoves it at me.

It’s a blog for the CPU Hawks. All sorts of athletic team write-ups, reports, and coverage of the games… plus notices put out by the publicist. Rebecca Dumont.

“We met with the publicist the other day,” I say slowly.

I click on the most recent post that went live twenty minutes ago.

Didn’t take long for Willow to find it—and then me. I’m not sure what I’m expecting to find. I told Rebecca that the previous article posted in the